WESSEX
Anticipation and anxiety don’t have the same physical reactions that they used to, but that doesn’t stop the Wraith from feeling restless and slightly worried. Had she prepared them enough? Sent them into the dragon’s den?
The only thing she could do was wait until they returned - and keep busy until then - whenever that unspecified then would be. So she waits, until even Daphne is irritated with her and is in the process of sending her out when there’s a knock at the door.
Wessex rushes to answer it, managing to tidy her emotions up by the time she turns the knob. “Come in, come in,” she says with a relieved smile, ushering them inside and to the sitting room they’d been in before, doing her best not to demand everything from them all once.
"How did it go?"
The only thing she could do was wait until they returned - and keep busy until then - whenever that unspecified then would be. So she waits, until even Daphne is irritated with her and is in the process of sending her out when there’s a knock at the door.
Wessex rushes to answer it, managing to tidy her emotions up by the time she turns the knob. “Come in, come in,” she says with a relieved smile, ushering them inside and to the sitting room they’d been in before, doing her best not to demand everything from them all once.
"How did it go?"
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
